(A/N) Hey guys. I remember earlier someone asked if Undertaker was going to be involved in the story. Well I did a little shuffling and found a way to fit him in. So the Undertaker makes his first appearance in this chapter just for you El Chacal, I think it was. And to ChristyHemmeRocks, I will definitely try and find a way to fit her in as well.
Chris rode in his pretty banged up Corolla. It really was a shit house car Chris thought to himself as he drove along the main street. The early morning New York rush hour was just about starting with cars beginning to congest the streets. Chris made a turn off into one of the smaller suburban streets. All the houses in this particular area of the Bronx were pretty run down and shotty. Jericho spied a few suspicious characters hanging around on the streets. They were probably doing drugs, or trying to sell them. Either way, Chris wanted nothing to do with them. Chris drove with a purpose, weaving around the curving back alleys. He finally came to his destination. He stepped out of the car and looked up at a really run down house. It was more of a shed, with trash and reject metal parts lying in the front lawn. The car in the driveway was in even worse condition than his was. He walked up to the front door, stepping around all the shit on the front lawn, and knocked on the door. The door nearly came off its hinges. Chris waited there in silence for a moment. He heard some bustling inside and the door opened soon after. A huge imposing man stood in the doorway looking down at Chris. He easily broke 6 foot and made Chris look really quite miniscule. The imposing figure stood there for a while, not even acknowledging Chris, who just stood there.
"Um… hey there. You think I can come in? The sun is gonna burn me alive out here." Chris said. The large man moved back into his house to allow Chris to enter. Chris shut the door behind him and looked around at his surroundings. The inside was just as messy, if not worse than the outside.
"Jeez you live in a shit hole." Chris exclaimed.
The large man, who was wearing faded jeans and a plain black t-shirt turned around to glare at Chris.
"Woah, no need to get your panties in a knot." Chris said as he backed up one step.
"What do you want." Were the first words to come out of the large man's mouth.
"Not a very good host I can see. Looks like you haven't changed much since the last time we met. Eh Mark." Chris said.
"Look, last time I checked, you weren't that inviting to me either, with your wise ass cracks. I'm pretty busy, so if you don't mind, you can get the fuck out of my house." Mark said.
"No, you look. Last time I checked, you owe my brother a favor. A damn big one too, seeing that he saved your ass from going to jail. And since my brother is now dead, I think it is just about time you repay the favor." Chris shot back.
Mark Calloway, or "The Undertaker" as they used to call him when he dominated the underground fighting scene, just stood there. He stared at Chris, however his previously ice cold glare had become soft and forgiving.
"When did it happen?" Mark asked.
"Last night."
Mark continued to look at Chris. He finally moved towards an old recliner and parked himself in it.
"Look, I'm sorry for your loss but I actually am really busy, so there is nothing I can do right now." The Undertaker said.
"Hey listen, I might not have taken to you, but when you used to fight, my brother had nothing but respect for you dominance. And when you went and got yourself framed, my brother went ahead and testified for you, clearing you of the drug possession charges and putting his own ass on the chopping block. He did all of that out of respect for you. Now I'm not asking you to respect me, I'm just asking for your help." Chris said.
Mark sat in the recliner for a while, contemplating what Chris just said. He played back in his mind, the time when no living man could beat him in the squared circle, so the gang that Rick was in, planted drugs on him and got him picked up by the police. He remembered how Rick came forth and gave the names of the people who framed him, and even testified. Rick, of course had to go into hiding for a while, until things started to cool over. He remembered how Rick started his own gang and asked him to join, and how he refused, saying that he would repay the favor in another way. So he figured he owed it to Rick's brother, Chris, even though he was a little prick.
"What do you need?" Mark finally asked.
"I knew you would come to your senses. I need you to help me find and get Cena. I can't do it by myself, and I don't want my friends to get involved."
"So it was Cena then that killed your brother? Are you sure of it?"
"As sure as the sun shining in the sky." Chris confirmed.
"Ok, meet me here tomorrow night, I'll find out where Cena hangs, and we will go and take him out. And after that, this debt that I have with your brother, will be repaid." Mark said.
"It's a date big man. I'll see you tomorrow night. Oh and by the way, I'll be bringing someone else who will be keen on getting his revenge on Cena." Chris said as he walked over to the door and left "The Undertaker's" house.
Chris woke up from his little cat nap. He had arrived back from Mark's place and was overcome with weariness, so he took a nap. It was now evening and Chris decided to go and inform the man who would accompany him and the Undertaker on their mission to get Cena. He put on his shirt and shorts and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going Chris?" His mother called out.
"Um…" Chris began, caught off his guard. "To see Adam."
"You know I don't like him. He means trouble. Don't forget that promise you made me." His mother warned.
"Yeah I know mom. And he is not trouble, he's my best friend. So I'm going to see him anyway." Chris said as he opened the door.
"Don't forget Chris…" His mother started but was cut short with Chris exiting the house.
It was scorching, middle of summer, kind of hot outside. Chris thought about driving in his car, but the air conditioning was piss weak so he took a cab instead.
When he arrived at his brother's club, people were starting to file in. Chris made his way through the line and was allowed in by the bouncers immediately. He walked into his brother's office where Edge was sitting.
"Have you even been home yet?" Chris enquired.
"Yeah, I went home last night to get some rest, I just arrived here about half an hour ago. Someone has got to keep this place running." He replied.
"Yeah, good point. Hey, anyway do you know where Michaels is?" Chris asked.
"No I don't. Why? Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just great. I need to talk to him. Where is he?" Chris asked again, moving over to one of the chairs in the office and taking a seat.
"I don't know Chris. Why do you need to see him?" Edge pushed.
"I just do alright! You don't need to know every little thing I do." Chris said a little aggravated.
"Look Chris. Shawn was supposed to be with Rick when the deal went down. He's missing now. Cena probably took him." Edge blurted out with a concerned look on his face.
"The sonova bitch." Chris said vehemently who was now standing on his feet. "First he screws my brother over, and now he kidnaps his best friend. Oh how that bitch is going to pay."
"Chris, I hope you are not planning to do anything stupid." Edge said.
"Of course not. Look I'm going back home. Mom needs her meds. I'll see you later ok."
"Chris I seriously hope you are not going to do anything stupid." Edge repeated his concern.
"I'm not. Don't worry." Chris said as he walked out the door. "Looks like the mission for revenge has just turned into a rescue mission." Chris said under his breath as he walked out the club.
Back in the office, Edge paced around the room, contemplating his next move. He knew Chris was going to try and get at Cena, but he couldn't really stop him if he had his mind set on it. Those Jericho boys were damn stubborn. There was one thing he could do but he wanted to use it as a last resort only. After ten minutes, he really couldn't see any other way. He picked up the phone and dialed a three digit number.
"Hello, is this the police?"
"Yes sir, and your name?"
"That's not important, what is important, is you putting undercover men on a man named Chris Jericho. He lives at 39 Cassidy Street, Brooklyn. Follow him everywhere he goes. I have a feeling he is going to get himself in some trouble."
"Sir, could we please have your na…"
Edge hung up the phone.
(A/N) About that super long chapter that is supposed to wrap up the flashback, I decided against it. I thought I really needed to split it up into about two or three chapters. I just love keeping you in suspense. But not to worry, the flashbacks are almost out of the way.